The original misunderstood me! ! !

"Don't call me that?." Jian Ling stiffened his arms, and his voice was a little bit wrong. "Didn't you pretend to be father and son when you saw outsiders?"

"Good? Good? Good? Xiaoyuan is shy?" Wen Yue turned around and naturally shook off Yu Zheyuan's hand, "Stop making trouble, it's time to sleep."

Yu Zheyuan: "..."

Since Wen Yue insisted on treating him like a child, don't blame him for being rude and ignorant.

Yu Zheyuan was soft-spoken, and even said it with a cold face. In the end, he finally got on Wen Yue's bed—in the form of He Gujian.

"Good boy, okay? Okay? Sleep." Wen Yue looked at He Gujian with loving eyes, and put the crystal clear long sword three feet away from him, and then he relaxed and fell asleep without any burden went.

Yu Zheyuan: "..."

Yu Zheyuan is like a dumb man eating coptis.

At this time, it was midnight, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the purple eyes were hanging high.

Yu Zheyuan lay quietly beside Wen Yue, and the blade of the sword once again condensed into white frost.

The evil fire in his heart burned more and more vigorously, and the hoarfrost became thicker and thicker, and soon He Gu was frozen hard, as if frozen.

Yu Zheyuan couldn't sleep at all.

Although being able to come back and see Wen Yue, lying beside him and listening to his breathing is already a "life" that he didn't dare to dream of before, but since he is alive, he will have desires and longings.

He wanted to wrap Wen Yue in his arms, so that he could only see himself.

Wanting to see him blushing and heart beating, even his eyes and pupils were wet.

Wen Yue's breathing was long, his heartbeat was steady, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

The whole room was quiet, and in the dark night, a white light slowly lit up?——It was the sword light emanating from He Gu's sword.

The sword light is white and magnificent, as if covered by a layer of veil, rippling like water for a moment, turning into a seven or eight-year-old boy.

Yu Zheyuan slowly raised his body, and his long black satin-like hair poured down.

Recovering his full body, he was finally able to close the distance, leaning down inch by inch, getting closer and closer to Wen Yue.

Until it is within reach, as long as you lower your head a little bit more, you will be able to touch Wen Yue's cheek.

Yu Zheyuan didn't kiss him - he forcibly held back.

After all, this place is not Bizhufeng, outside of his control, he is not sure whether a movement will wake up Wen Yue, or be noticed by others.

Wen Yue breathed lightly, his eyelashes fluttered very slightly, as if he was having a dream.

There is a defensive formation in the wooden house, so Wen Yue took off his mask and revealed his true face.

Still have the brows and eyebrows of an ink painting, and a clear and handsome face.His complexion is much better than the days before the farewell, which makes Yu Zheyuan feel relieved, but at the same time, he can't help but think that after leaving him, Wen Yue's life seems to be going well.

Is it because of Xie Shu?

In the silence, Yu Zheyuan maintained the posture of bowing his head, quietly staring at Wen Yue for a long time.

It wasn't until there was a "squeak" from outside the door that he fell down on the bed and turned into a side-lying position.

Yu Zheyuan: "..."

Why did he subconsciously hide? Come? !

Yu Zheyuan was very annoyed by his "guilty" reaction, and pretended to sleep next to Wen Yue, and soon heard the sound of footsteps getting closer.

Xie Shu woke up in the middle of the night and habitually checked whether the defensive array was in good condition? Then he went to Situ Yi's cabin on the left to check whether the child had kicked the quilt.

After finishing all this, he came to Wenyue's house, looked in through the wooden lattice that was not pasted with window paper, and saw such a scene - the sword spirit turned into the appearance of a child, clinging to Wenyue back, and seemed to sleep soundly.

One big and one small, one tall?

Yes, posted too close.

With just one hand, the sword spirit can hug Wen Yue.

The night wind was blowing slightly, Xie Shu stood in the shadow of the tree under the moonlight, the shadow of the whirling tree was cast on Ruyu's face, cut into several pieces interlaced with light and dark.

His eyes were heavy and he didn't smile. He recalled that Wen Yue said that he had used the soul search technique to confirm that he could not find even a fragment of Yuzheyuan's soul, and that he had also secretly used various spells? Confirmed, and indeed he could not find it. The clues that Yu Zheyuan is alive.

However, Yu Zheyuan is a genius.

Genius means uncontrollable, which means that in certain techniques? His strength is likely to be higher than his own.

If he is still alive, but wants to create the illusion that his soul is scattered in front of the world? What can a mere soul search technique do?

But if that's the case, why did he lie to Wen Yue, making him sad to see Wen Yue collapse?

Xie Shu buried this conjecture without any real evidence, formed only by intuition and imagination in his heart, and did not intend to tell anyone until he found definite evidence.

However, that sword spirit is really clingy, and it's a bit too tight.

Xie Shu remembered that he personally promised Wen Yue that he would maintain the sword body, but when Wen Yue fell asleep, he recovered his body and slept next to him...

Xie Shu raised his eyebrows, walked out from the shadow of the tree, came to the side of the bed, and flew a talisman in the direction of the wooden bed.

The gray-black talisman blended into the night, and flew to the top of the wooden bed without a sound, aiming at the position of the sword spirit, emitting a faint light.

Under the halo, everything appears.

The snow-clothed boy instantly turned back into a long sword, and lay down on the bed one foot away from Wenyue again.

The next morning, when Wen Yue woke up, his first reaction was to turn around—very good? He Gujian was obediently lying on the bed, seemingly still sleeping.

He wanted the sword spirit to sleep for a while, so he put on his outer robe and black boots. After he was fully dressed, he picked up the hilt of He Gu's sword, and said, "Xiaoyuan, get up."

He Gujian didn't respond.

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan?" Wen Yue shouted several times, but He Gujian didn't move at all.

Wen Yue picked up the sword and immediately went out to look for Xie Shu.Unexpectedly, Xie Shu was on the grass in front of the wooden house, bent over, holding a brush stained with cinnabar, writing and drawing on the rice paper spread on the table, as if studying some new spell?

Seeing Wen Yue, he rolled his eyes: "Morning, brother, how did you sleep last night?"

"Yes, refreshed." Wen Yue walked over in two or three steps, and handed out the long sword, "Junior brother, look at what happened to He Gujian? Why can't he change into a human form?"

"Don't worry, it was me who cast the curse," Xie Shu said in the usual tone, "Last night when I woke up temporarily to check the defensive array, I passed by your room and found that He Gujian had transformed into a human form and was sleeping behind you. .”

"Xiaoyuan is not very old after all. You often turn over in your sleep. If you turn over, it will definitely crush him and affect the two of you." Xie Shu said, "Bai Ri Xiaoyuan also said that he is used to swords, I? On my own, I used a spell to turn him back into a sword."

Wen Yue nodded: "I see."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at He Gujian again, and transmitted a voice transmission to Xie Shu: [But I? I don’t think it’s such a troublesome thing, let him go. 】

[…] Xie Shu paused, and said, [Why? 】

[After all, it is the sword spirit of the fairy king, so it is like raising a son, and he loses his master? It is like losing his father when he was young. He must be insecure, so he is close to me? A little? A child's desire for monopoly. 】

【oh? 】 Xie Shu said, 【Brother, do you really regard him as a foster son? 】

[Yes,] Wen Yue sighed, 【It's not his own, so it's inconvenient to discipline him at will. 】

The words of the two people naturally did not fall into the ears of Sword Spirit.But Yu Zheyuan heard Wen Yue's unquestionable "So it is", and a few breaths later, the meaningful smile on Xie Shu's face.

Yu Zheyuan: "..."

Can't stand it anymore.

After Wen Yue expressed his attitude, Xie Shu immediately undid the spell.

Wen Yue: "Okay? Xiaoyuan, Junior Brother didn't deliberately turn you into a sword, you can come out now."

However, He Gujian didn't answer at all, turned into a silver light, and flew out with a "whoosh".

Wen Yue: ...Huh?

Of course, he couldn't watch He Gujian fly away, and hurried to catch up, but He Gujian didn't wait at all. Like a shooting star, he flew across the air and landed on the other side of the valley, beside a small sparkling lake.

The water of the lake is so clear that the bottom is almost visible, and there is no one around. Only the wind and grass move, and there are circles of ripples on the surface of the lake.

He Gujian flew to the edge of the lake, and suddenly stopped, hanging at a height of three feet above the ground.

Wen Yue had no choice but to fly down Yujian and also landed on the ground.

As soon as his toes touched the ground, the long sword in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "Shou Bone Sword, hold me?"

The voice was a little colder than usual, with a hint of order, which made Wen Yue's mind stunned, and he couldn't help doing it.

When he grasped He Gujian's hilt, he unexpectedly discovered that a layer of frost had formed on He Gu's sword, as if soaked in ice and snow, it was bitingly cold.And the frost showed no sign of melting under the warmth of Wen Yue's palm...

Wen Yue frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The long sword did not answer, but swung upwards, drawing a sharp arc, and said, "Looking good?"

The long sword took Wen Yue's hands, driving the meridians and joints of his whole body, making coherent and smooth movements, as if flowing clouds and flowing water.

"This move is Yanluo Pingsha, spiritual power originates from the dantian, travels to Renmai, and applies it to the wrist." Jian Ling said, "Obtaining it is a word of 'clever'."

When the tip of the sword points to the ground, it rises from the ground again? Then it suddenly turns to the sky, as if it can pierce the sky.

"This trick is called Qinglong Chushui. It needs to be as fast as lightning, and it needs to be taken by surprise."

……

He Gujian led Wen Yue to dance 36 sword moves in a row, interlocking with each other, from shallow to deep, forming a set of unique and outstanding swordsmanship?.

Wen Yue, also under the leadership of the long sword and the guidance of the sword spirit, gradually became proficient in his movements from fast to slow, and even began to comprehend the mystery of the connection and change between sword moves.

"This is the master's original sword technique created for you, named "Lovesick Sword"." Sword Spirit said, "I hope you will not let him down, improve your strength as soon as possible, and protect yourself."

"Master's last wish, I will fulfill it on my behalf."

After finishing speaking, the long sword flashed white light, and finally turned into a little boy.

Probably teaching swordsmanship consumed a lot of mana, and Sword Spirit's snow-white face turned crimson like a peach blossom in full bloom.

He was panting like that, his eyes and tail were fluttering red, his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with glistening sweat, and his temples were as black as ink.A pair of amber eyes, exactly the same as Yu Zheyuan's, stared fixedly at Wen Yue, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Yue, won't you give me a reward?"

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue is still not used to being treated like this? The big sword spirit is called "A Yue", somehow a little bit? Nervous: "...what do you want?"

"It's just a hug." Sword Spirit stepped forward in twos and twos, opened his arms, and hugged Wen Yue.

The hot air mixed with the fragrance of the body rushed to the face, and Wen Yue actually felt a little dizzy.

Didn't wait? He sensed something was wrong, and Jian Ling let go of his hand and took a step back.

""Acacia? Sword" is ever-changing, with 36 moves and countless derivatives." Sword Spirit said, "In order to master these sword techniques as soon as possible, it is recommended to practice every day until they are fully mastered."

"Let me teach you," Jian Ling said softly, "Okay? Is it okay? Father?"

Wen Yue: "..."

His ears were inexplicably red.